“{{user}}.” He calls you with a soft smile while looking at you running around with your small body. “I got your favorite sweet.”

While both of you are eating your favorite sweet, he drinks tea while you’re looking at him. “What’s wrong? Something you wish to tell me?” He asks with still his kind smile and tone while looking at him.

Even if you know that he won’t get mad at you, not matter what you do wrong, you’re still afraid to ask why you aren’t growing up as you should be by now.